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Ground Zero
As chaos unfolded around her, and her typically-competent staff shrinking in terror, the Baroness Soon Bardoon began to laugh. At first a giggle-chuckle, it crescendoed into maniacal cackling before suddenly ceasing. Her countenance was left with merely a serene smile, like the sea after a storm, without a trace of the fury that had just raged across it. She held up one finger at Tahariel and bowed her head, still smiling, then turned back to the others, narrowing her eyes at Alastair as her gaze fell across him on the way over to the human captain and her rabbit friend.
"You!" she boomed, pointing at Lenna, "you're delivering the cargo that she," now she indicated, with a more graceful gesture, the Belmont sister, "has just sold me. Assuming this entire... situation is, indeed, the coincidence she claims. For all I knew Belmont was as common a name as Gandelblop. But first!"
"Oh~ Dear~" Soon sang-songed, waving the Silanbar by the bar, "We don't shoot inside, right? Goo~ooo~d~ Now, be a darling and take this human and her friend to the scrapyard. You know, the one run by that Graxlat?" as if most junkyards in Kuvexian settlements weren't run by Graxlat, "Find and buy some good parts, for Soon Ship, yes? The scan of her ship showed... energy signatures, that it shouldn't. Take the engineer with you." She nodded her head towards the Kodian, then turned back to Lenna once more, "You won't be leaving until the cargo is delivered and loaded on your ship anyway, so take care of business while I get your medical officer straightened out. I'll have the offer and the rest of the paperwork sent to you." She bowed her head perfunctorily then made a dismissive, limp, wiggling gesture of her wrist and fingers, indicating that Lenna was, for now, dismissed.
While turning back to the Elysian, she once again flashed a wilting, narrow-eyed glare at Alastair, then cleared her throat before regarding Tahariel with a more pleasant, polite face. "You see," her voice was somewhat musical, but not so much as wheedling as with Kotema, "in order for you to get to me, you had to pass the doorkeeper, then descend through several levels filled with guards and assistants." Soon began pacing around her table-desk once more, passing by some of those selfsame assistants, "Every. Single. One." Those last words were timed as she leaned into each assistants ear from behind, in turn, and spat out each word in a venomous hiss aimed at the goosebump-raising sensitivity at the side of the neck and skull below and behind the ear. The twins winced sympathetically, remaining silent, apparently familiar with the tactic. "All of them, failed to keep order, letting you in early when they should have known I was busy, yes?" Finally, the Baroness arrived back in front of Tahariel as the medic's file flashed in Soon's electronically-enhanced vision. "Elysian, former Star Army Medic. So you have training and experience treating other species than your own. Everything else is in order. You'd be on this... Sobek, with the others as the Chief Medical Officer. Good? Good. Don't like it? Don't sign the paperwork. I'm sure another will just wander down here off schedule because no one can keep order." Soon pointed at the bar, in the space beside were Remy was overhanging the too-small barstool, not far from the singer. "Have a drink, have a bite, it's on the house for new hires." The little wavy gesture surfaced once more, shooing Soon's latest hire away.
Now, she finally had time for the final loose end. Soon sat back down, gracefully, at the table in the alcove that was her ersatz office desk. Steeple-ing her fingers, Baroness Bardoon inhaled deeply and frowned ever so slightly as she stared impenetrably at the Yamataian delegation, "Taii Alastair Belmont, of the Star Army of Yamatai. I refuse the offer on behalf of Yamatai without further consideration." She did not address the other offer. She did keep staring, however.
On stage, the singing Elefirn did a remarkable job of not missing a beat of her performance while soup tureens were flying in her direction. She knew better than to do any less.
As chaos unfolded around her, and her typically-competent staff shrinking in terror, the Baroness Soon Bardoon began to laugh. At first a giggle-chuckle, it crescendoed into maniacal cackling before suddenly ceasing. Her countenance was left with merely a serene smile, like the sea after a storm, without a trace of the fury that had just raged across it. She held up one finger at Tahariel and bowed her head, still smiling, then turned back to the others, narrowing her eyes at Alastair as her gaze fell across him on the way over to the human captain and her rabbit friend.
"You!" she boomed, pointing at Lenna, "you're delivering the cargo that she," now she indicated, with a more graceful gesture, the Belmont sister, "has just sold me. Assuming this entire... situation is, indeed, the coincidence she claims. For all I knew Belmont was as common a name as Gandelblop. But first!"
"Oh~ Dear~" Soon sang-songed, waving the Silanbar by the bar, "We don't shoot inside, right? Goo~ooo~d~ Now, be a darling and take this human and her friend to the scrapyard. You know, the one run by that Graxlat?" as if most junkyards in Kuvexian settlements weren't run by Graxlat, "Find and buy some good parts, for Soon Ship, yes? The scan of her ship showed... energy signatures, that it shouldn't. Take the engineer with you." She nodded her head towards the Kodian, then turned back to Lenna once more, "You won't be leaving until the cargo is delivered and loaded on your ship anyway, so take care of business while I get your medical officer straightened out. I'll have the offer and the rest of the paperwork sent to you." She bowed her head perfunctorily then made a dismissive, limp, wiggling gesture of her wrist and fingers, indicating that Lenna was, for now, dismissed.
While turning back to the Elysian, she once again flashed a wilting, narrow-eyed glare at Alastair, then cleared her throat before regarding Tahariel with a more pleasant, polite face. "You see," her voice was somewhat musical, but not so much as wheedling as with Kotema, "in order for you to get to me, you had to pass the doorkeeper, then descend through several levels filled with guards and assistants." Soon began pacing around her table-desk once more, passing by some of those selfsame assistants, "Every. Single. One." Those last words were timed as she leaned into each assistants ear from behind, in turn, and spat out each word in a venomous hiss aimed at the goosebump-raising sensitivity at the side of the neck and skull below and behind the ear. The twins winced sympathetically, remaining silent, apparently familiar with the tactic. "All of them, failed to keep order, letting you in early when they should have known I was busy, yes?" Finally, the Baroness arrived back in front of Tahariel as the medic's file flashed in Soon's electronically-enhanced vision. "Elysian, former Star Army Medic. So you have training and experience treating other species than your own. Everything else is in order. You'd be on this... Sobek, with the others as the Chief Medical Officer. Good? Good. Don't like it? Don't sign the paperwork. I'm sure another will just wander down here off schedule because no one can keep order." Soon pointed at the bar, in the space beside were Remy was overhanging the too-small barstool, not far from the singer. "Have a drink, have a bite, it's on the house for new hires." The little wavy gesture surfaced once more, shooing Soon's latest hire away.
Now, she finally had time for the final loose end. Soon sat back down, gracefully, at the table in the alcove that was her ersatz office desk. Steeple-ing her fingers, Baroness Bardoon inhaled deeply and frowned ever so slightly as she stared impenetrably at the Yamataian delegation, "Taii Alastair Belmont, of the Star Army of Yamatai. I refuse the offer on behalf of Yamatai without further consideration." She did not address the other offer. She did keep staring, however.
On stage, the singing Elefirn did a remarkable job of not missing a beat of her performance while soup tureens were flying in her direction. She knew better than to do any less.
